Chapter 286: I Won't Let Him Touch You
"Don't be afraid," Alexander reassured Ava as he held her hand. "I'll make sure the bad guy can't get to you."
Ava suddenly laughed, "What if you're that bad guy?"
Alexander's expression froze, "You mean, in your nightmare... the one chasing you was me?"
Ava Anderson wanted to tease him, so she nodded. "Yes, you chased me with a knife wanting to kill me. I was terrified."
Alexander Mitchell, with a stone-cold expression, stood up.
"It seems I didn't chase you vigorously enough. Otherwise, I would have cut you down for good."
She had bad dreams, and in them, she painted him as the villain out to kill her.
How bad did she really think he was?
Just like the last time, she thought he was going to throw her down the stairs.
Absolutely ridiculous!
He didn't even dare to imagine how low his image had fallen in Ava Anderson's eyes.
He feared he had hit rock bottom and then had to dig a deeper hole, plunging straight to the core of the earth.
Ava Anderson rubbed her eyes. "What, you're upset? It was just a dream. Why be so petty?"
"I..." Alexander Mitchell was visibly angry.
"Dreams are always a jumbled mess, filled with all sorts of things."
Ava Anderson was dismissive.
"People dream of what they ponder by day or fear at night. You thought I wanted to kill you, so that's what you dreamt about. Just like last time, you really believed I was going to toss you down the stairs. It's not surprising you'd dream of that," Alexander Mitchell retorted unhappily.
Ava Anderson tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Yeah."
The thought of that previous incident made her feel awkward, but she did think that way at the time. Alexander Mitchell's expression had scared her.
But it seemed, Alexander Mitchell was also vexed by what she had thought of him at that time.
Hearing Ava Anderson's affirmative "yeah," Alexander just opened his mouth to speak, but Ava abruptly cut him off. "I'm hungry. I'm going to wash up and go down for breakfast."
"All that anger has filled you up, and yet you still want breakfast," Alexander grumbled like a petulant child waiting to be appeased.
Ava Anderson shook her head helplessly. She flipped the covers off and sat on the edge of the bed.
Thinking that she had actually shared a bed with Alexander Mitchell last night left her speechless.
Life was becoming stranger by the day.
Alexander Mitchell really was like a child sometimes. Last night, he had a nightmare that made him seem completely helpless.
She felt a surge of maternal instincts.
Thinking of Alexander Mitchell that way, she couldn't bring herself to stay mad at him.
Because she was a mother now.
"Fine, even if you want to stay mad at me, we'll have to discuss it after eating. I'm really hungry."
Alexander Mitchell turned his head when he heard a grumble from his stomach. His heart softened, and he glanced at her belly. "Really? How hungry are you?"
"Very, very hungry." Ava Anderson looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Let me feel it then, to see if you're truly that hungry."
Alexander reached out to touch her belly.
A shiver went through Ava, and she quickly pushed his hand away.
The child inside her was already three months along, and she was worried he might notice something.
Although it wasn't obvious at a glance, there was a slight bulge in her stomach.
Alexander saw her reaction and frowned, "What's wrong?"
To keep him from getting suspicious, Ava mumbled awkwardly, "We're divorced now, it's not appropriate for you to touch."
"You slept in the same bed with me last night. What's wrong with me touching your stomach?"
He found this woman strange, as if she were hiding something from him.
Ava withdrew her hands from her belly, trying not to let him detect anything amiss.
She feigned a smile, "I'm just ticklish, that's all."
